Chapter 30: The Cold Uncle is Not Easy to Flirt With

"You little brat, are you itching for a beating?!" Wen Qimin rolled up his sleeves as he watched him, his hands itching to beat him up.

"No..." Wen Qing was completely unaware of the approaching danger. He turned to Wen Yanxi and said bitterly, "Uncle, what are you thinking? What's so good about her being a capitalist?"

He tried hard to wake up the bewitched Wen Yanxi.

My uncle must have never been with a woman before. Chen Zhaoyue is very bold, so my uncle must have agreed because she had no choice but to pester him.

"Wen Qing." Wen Yanxi glanced at him calmly, her tone calm and with a hint of warning, "That's rude. You have to call me aunt from now on."

“…”

Wen Qing opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

He felt that he must be crazy, or the world was crazy!

It’s fine if it’s just the crazy Shen Zhaoyue, but how come even his uncle and grandfather are acting abnormal too?

Is he still dreaming?

Wen Qing held his chest and even found it difficult to breathe.

At this moment, Chen Zhaoyue, who was looking forward to living together, had no intention of paying attention to this angry military dog, and ran upstairs excitedly to pack her luggage.

She didn't have much, just a small suitcase, which she hadn't even opened.

She took it out, humming a song as she stuffed the box into Wen Yanxi's hands, her eyes shining as if filled with stars: "Let's go."

Wen Yanxi paused as she took the box, recognizing it as the small leather suitcase she brought from Shanghai.

This light box contained all her belongings and her unswerving courage.

He suddenly felt a little hot in his chest, as if he had a piece of red-hot charcoal in his chest.

"Goodbye, Commander Wen!" Chen Zhaoyue waved to Wen Qimin like a cheerful little skylark, and put her slender arm around Wen Yanxi's arm.

She felt the man's muscles tense instantly, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up higher.

Wen Yanxi's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and his heartbeat, which had not yet calmed down, seemed to beat faster.

When walking, he subconsciously slowed down his pace to match Shen Zhaoyue's pace.

He was a soldier, tall and strong. Even when he was just walking normally, his steps were much longer than Chen Zhaoyue's.

"My uncle will regret this sooner or later!" Wen Qing watched the two people walking away from him, stamping his feet in anger: "He married a young lady who can do nothing but look pretty. He will suffer in the future..."

Snap——

"What are you talking about, little brat?" Wen Qimin's big, broad hand slapped Wen Qing on the back of the head without any hesitation, making a crisp sound.

The old man's eyes widened, his beard curling up in anger: "I think you deserve to be punished!"

"Grandpa, wake up!" Wen Qing jumped up and down holding his head.

"I'm very clear-headed!" Wen Qimin was furious.

Who does this grandson take after? Why is he so stubborn?

Outside the courtyard gate, Shen Zhaoyue heard the noise behind him and blinked cunningly.

She deliberately leaned closer to Wen Yanxi, and felt the man's body stiffen instantly, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Under the moonlight, the two people's shadows overlapped and were stretched very long.

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Wen Yanxi's house is at the innermost part of the family compound. It is the old house left by his father.

The front yard is spacious with several fruit trees. The land is not used for planting anything, but it has been weeded, so it is good for growing medicinal herbs.

Chen Zhaoyue followed him into the house: the layout was similar to Wen Qimin's house. Although the furniture was old, it was very clean.

"You sleep here first." Wen Yanxi took her to the guest room.

Chen Zhaoyue nodded: "Okay."

Although she came from the future, she had never been in a relationship, nor was she open-minded enough to sleep in the same room with Wen Yanxi just after they confirmed their relationship.

Some things are better taken slowly.

Wen Yanxi helped her tidy up the room, briefly introduced the layout of the house, and then left.

Chen Zhaoyue locked the door, turned around and went into the space to rest.

Wen Yanxi returned to the room, sat at the table, picked up a pen and started writing a marriage report.

Halfway through writing, he paused his pen and looked up towards the guest room.

He never thought that he would write such a thing in his life.

What I didn't expect was that the object would be such an... unpredictable girl.

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At six o'clock the next day, Wen Yanxi woke up on time.

It was just getting light outside and the morning mist had not yet dissipated.

He stood up swiftly, folded the quilt into a standard tofu block, quickly washed and changed into his military uniform.

It's like standardization, like a robot executing instructions without any mistakes.

It was not until he reached the door that Wen Yanxi suddenly stopped.

Last night, Shen Zhaoyue followed him home.

In the past, when he lived alone, he had breakfast, lunch and dinner in the army canteen and rarely cooked at home.

But now there was one more person in the house, Wen Yanxi turned and walked into the kitchen.

"It's okay..." Wen Yanxi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw there were still two eggs and noodles left.

"Chen Zhaoyue." After making breakfast, he walked to Chen Zhaoyue's door and knocked on it: "Breakfast is ready."

After a while, the door creaked open.

Chen Zhaoyue stood at the door, rubbing her eyes, wearing only a silk suspender nightgown.

The weather in June was sultry, and the thin clothes stuck to my body, revealing the outline of my skin vaguely.

Wen Yanxi had excellent eyesight and could even see a small red mole below her collarbone.

He quickly looked away, not daring to look again.

"Breakfast is on the table." His Adam's apple rolled violently, and his voice was even deeper than usual: "...I'm going to the army. If you have nothing to do, you can go for a walk in the family compound."

After saying that, he turned and left without waiting for her response.

"?" Chen Zhaoyue opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he was already at the door.

She only had time to see the red tips of his ears and his tall back disappearing through the door.

After a while, Shen Zhaoyue finally reacted and looked at the thin nightgown that she had not had time to change into.

She suddenly remembered the red tips of Wen Yanxi's ears when he left in a hurry, and the deliberately avoided gaze he had given her.

Then he burst out laughing.

"So this seemingly cold uncle..." She tapped her chin with her fingertips, a mischievous glint in her eyes: "So innocent?"

Chen Zhaoyue hummed a song and slowly walked to the dining table.

On the table was a bowl of noodles with an egg on top. The edges of the egg were fried crispy, and the yolk was still the runny state she liked.

Chen Zhaoyue picked up a chopstick and tasted it, his eyes suddenly curved into two small crescents: "Good cooking skills~"

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On the other side, Wen Yanxi left with a pace much faster than usual, as if there were enemies chasing him from behind.

Even when he was about to reach the army, the red tips of his ears did not cool down, and the redness almost spread to his neck.

The graceful curves outlined by the silk nightgown and the mole under the collarbone.

These images kept circling in his mind and could not be shaken off.

"Hello, Tuan Wen!" He was awakened by the soldiers' shouts.

"Yeah." Wen Yanxi pulled his collar with a cold face, and the low pressure emanating from his body was three times colder than usual.

“…”

The soldiers who were originally noisy on the road suddenly fell silent. Several recruits even subconsciously took half a step back and even breathed lighter.

The air pressure was two degrees lower than usual, and the soldiers were so frightened that they dared not move forward.

"What's wrong with Captain Wen today?" a soldier whispered.

"No!" Another soldier was also confused.

The leader is so weird!

Scary!

Wen Yanxi did not go to the training ground, but went all the way to the political commissar's office.

Knock knock knock——

When the door of the political commissar's office was pushed open, Bai Jiang was drinking tea from an enamel pot.

"You're here so early, what's the important matter?" Bai Jiang looked at him puzzled.

There wasn't anything going on in the army recently, so Wen Yanxi wouldn't have to run to him so early in the morning.

Wen Yanxi stood in front of the table and handed over a document.

"?" Bai Jiang took a curious look and suddenly choked on his tea: "Cough... cough cough..."

He coughed, his face flushed red, but his eyes were still fixed on the document in disbelief, where were written those vigorous and powerful words in pen - Marriage Application Report!